Wen Qingwu's hand continued to increase the intensity. Flash Dance

"Are you trying to break up Lao Tzu?!" Emperor Joan of Arc asked angrily!

Wen Qingwu hurriedly let go, and then knelt down, "Everyone is angry!" ”

It hurts when I press it, and when I release it, I feel that what I just pressed doesn't seem to hurt so much.

But I've already scolded it, and it seems a bit of a loss of face to let people press it again. All that can be done is to divert attention.

"Your Majesty, don't you want to taste this wine?" Xu Qiang's gaze swept over Wen Qingwu, and then stepped forward to pick up the plum blossom brew on the bookcase and said.

Emperor Joan of Arc pressed his neck on his shoulder before nodding. The expression was soothing.

The little slave next to her stepped forward, took the wine bowl in Xu Qiang's hand, and then poured the wine into the small cup on the side, first took a sip, and after a while, saw that there was nothing wrong. Only then did he hand his wine bowl to Emperor Joan of Arc.

Emperor Joan of Arc took it, took a sip, stretched his brows, smacked his lips and tasted it, it was very good, and then nodded, "This wine is made well." It's very tasteful. He said, then took another sip.

Xu Qiang looked at Emperor Joan of Arc's nervous face and stretched out after hearing his words, revealing a knowing smile, "Your Majesty likes it." She said, with a shy smile on her face.

Men are especially fond of women who want to talk like this, especially a big man like Emperor Joan of Arc. 35xs

In the harem where there are so many beautiful women, Xu Qiang is not the kind of beauty that is fixed. It's not even as good as Wen Qingwu.

Naturally, if you only talk about skin appearance, Wen Qingwu is one of the best in the entire harem. After all, she didn't rely on her talent when she entered the palace, and she didn't rely on her family background, she was just taken by people at a glance.

Then he was sent to the palace.

In this way, you can see it at a glance, and the natural appearance will not be bad.

Not only will it not be bad, but it will definitely be the best.

Xu Qiang is different, she relied on her talent to enter the palace. is not very beautiful, but the talent and temperament of the body are difficult to ignore.

What is winning is also the demure temperament that is full of body.

The wine was actually only a little bit. It's just a matter of tasting it. Emperor Joan of Arc drank it in one gulp, and then put down the bowl in his hand. The slave next to him handed over Jinpa, he wiped his mouth, and glanced at Xu Qiang standing next to him. Then he held out his hand, "Come here." ”

He said.

Xu Qiang lowered her eyebrows and stepped forward shyly.

Jeanne d'Arc took the hand she had placed in front of her and patted it. A pair of tender lotus roots.

One touch and one hand slip. The cold hands were different from those of Emperor Joan of Arc. The fiery palm wrapped her soft hand, and she couldn't help but go up, "How did you get this hand, Bing Cheng like this." He asked, his hand continuing upwards, and pinched Xu Qiang's lotus root.

Hearing this, Xu Qiang's head was lowered, and her whole face was reddened with more cooked shrimp, which made people feel pity. 35xs

Emperor Joan of Arc pulled Xu Qiang, and was about to pull the person to his chair, when he heard the little chamberlain hurriedly walked in outside, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Wu is back." ”

Wen Qingwu, who was standing behind the dragon chair, suddenly raised his head.

Emperor Zhende also put down the hand holding Xu Qiang and looked at the little chamberlain, "He has already entered the palace?" ”

"Not yet, I just handed over the news as soon as I entered Beijing." The little chamberlain replied.

Emperor Joan of Arc raised his anger and changed again, "So, then it should be on Suzaku Street at this time." ”

Xu Qiang silently took half a step back, very well measured.

"Let's go down." Emperor Joan of Arc thought for a while, and said to the little waiter.

"Yes." The waiter replied, and then bent down and walked out.

Emperor Joan of Arc saw Xu Qiang, the wine jar on the bookcase had not yet been sealed, and the aroma of wine filled the entire imperial study. He glanced at it, "Come over tonight." He said.

Xu Qiang was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, and slowly lowered herself after retreating, "The concubine obeys the order." She said, her voice trembling faintly.

She tried hard to suppress all her emotions in her heart, even if she couldn't help but be happy, but her face was still trying to be calm.

A little unbearable emotion is revealed, and it is vaguely playful in the eyes of others.

After Xu Qiang retreated, Wen Qingwu commanded the little slave next to him to clean up.

Joan of Arc got up from his chair and walked outside. Wen Qingwu hurriedly followed.

When he returned to the Zichen Palace, he changed his clothes, took off his shoes, changed into a comfortable position and sat on the couch in his outer hall, peeled off his clothes, and looked at the fold while half-lying.

Wen Qingwu stood behind Emperor Joan of Arc and didn't say a word except for his daily service.

She looked like she was normal, the only difference was that she always looked up at the door of the hall from time to time.

The doors of the main hall are generally not opened, and are closed all day long. The side doors of the side halls are open. It is not the daily deliberation of the court, and the main door of the side hall is also closed.

Although it was tightly closed, through the pasted window paper, Wen Qingwu could probably see the sky outside.

Looking at it from time to time, looking at it for a while, Wen Qingwu couldn't remember how many times he had watched it, and then he saw the little attendant outside the Zichen Hall walking in quickly.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Wu asks to see you."

Emperor Joan of Arc sat up from his couch. "Biography." He said.

Wen Qingwu on the side lowered his body and put them on Emperor Joan of Arc's feet with the shoes under his bed.

After a while, I saw Li Ke walking in from the side hall.

Wen Qingwu wanted to turn his head to look at him, but he hadn't seen him for many days, and he didn't know what he looked like. Have you lost weight, have you been dark, and your appearance has changed.

Did the heavy snow over there in Longnan tire him?

But Wen Qingwu knew very well what he should do and what he shouldn't do at the moment.

"Sons and daughters participate in the emperor!" Li Ke's voice came from below. It's different from the warmth of the past, but with a little coldness.

Wen Qingwu pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the hall, and did not stop the movement of dressing Emperor Zhende in his hand.

Sure enough, I came back from Longnan, where the snow was heavy and heavy, and the sound was dyed with a snow-like coolness.

"After all these days, you're finally back." Emperor Zhende said, looking at Li Ke, "The situation in Longnan has been managed?" ”

Before returning to Beijing, he naturally handed over a number of folds about the governance of Longnan. However, Li Ke, as the minister sent to Longnan by Beijing, will definitely report to the Son of Heaven after returning to Beijing.

Wen Qingwu had already put on his shoes for Emperor Zhende and retreated to the side. Stand with your eyebrows lowered.

While standing still, she looked up at Li Ke.

Actually, I haven't seen him for a few months, but it seems like a long, long time. He was wearing the official uniform of the minister, and the purple official uniform set off the majesty of the whole person.

The jade-white face was tired, and the chin was full of stubble that was not there before.

He was still what she remembered.

But it wasn't what she remembered. 14